Review Summary: Her voice is like a marination squeezed onto a gentle chicken dish...
One word- passion. For during the entire length of the album, I could see clearly her wondrous utters, in a crawling position she was, being squeezed for every drop of milk into this album. And is it a coincidence that what she utters is much indeed like her utters? Like these twins, her voice, an only child, oft looking for a place to stay, makes conveniently a nest to roost into your ears. I feel something swell in my heart, much like the residue of a fattening nacho dish.
I feel full of love. All is full of love! But unlike a belly full experience, this feeling lasts for approximately forty-eight minutes and fifteen seconds. Her mouth is like the friendly turtle, approaching with caution but stroking subliminally your ears. Her eyes are like the fairy eyes back when Greenland was green. Her nose is like the leaf eating dinosaur. Her eyebrows are like powder before a storm, and waxed to the maxed. Her ears are like double butterflies. And her bosom... like sage, to be rubbed.
Her voice is like a marination squeezed onto a gentle chicken dish... like a black olive exploding into your mouth... she is the lemon in the ice water... the pepper on the dish... and her voice, gentle protruding into your ears, wail with a voice longing for your heart, aye... and when you thought it could not get better, your dick, chasing the trail of her voice, immediately expands into a blood vessel of love... you long for her, for her voice holds back nothing, and you see immediately that this is good.
